"A Tale of Two Cities"
by Charles Dickens

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     The door slowly opened inward under his hand, and he looked into the room and said something. A faint voice answered something. Little more than a single syllable could have been spoken on either side.

     He looked back over his shoulder, and beckoned them to enter. Mr. Lorry got his arm securely round the daughter's waist, and held her; for he felt that she was sinking.

     "A-a-a-business, business!" he urged, with a moisture that was not of business shining on his cheek. "Come in, come in!"

     "I am afraid of it," she answered, shuddering.

 

     "Of it? What?"

     "I mean of him. Of my father."

     Rendered in a manner desperate, by her state and by the beckoning of their conductor, he drew over his neck the arm that shook upon his shoulder, lifted her a little, and hurried her into the room. He sat her down just within the door, and held her, clinging to him.

 
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